Polishing The Fireman’s Boots (M/M) NEW!

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Brand spanking new fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne. All the characters are aged 18 or over. Strictly adults only!

Richard was a neighbour, and had been a member of the local fire brigade ever since leaving school. Our friendship had started during a scout “Bob-A-Job” week, with me polishing his fireman’s boots for him. It carried on long after that week though. In subsequent years I found I was still polishing his work boots for him most weeks, in return for some generous pocket money. I’d thought it quite strange how he’d ask me to come in my scout or school uniform, though. He assured me that I looked so much smarter like that than in casual wear. I guess he was right about that and I was happy to play along as long as he paid me.

I came to adore his boots. It turned into a bit of a fetish for me. I fantasised about his boots constantly. I imagined him naked apart from his black leather boots, dominating me. He was a tall, sexy single guy and one of my first teenage crushes.

I was 18 and horny, and I started to add an extra, secret ingredient to the polish – a little bit of my sperm. Generally I brought the spunk in from home in a little glass screwtop bottle and added drops of it to the polish as I worked on the shiny boots, if he wasn’t watching me. Very occasionally he would have to go out while I was there, and on those times, I’d usually manufacture a fresh supply by masturbating straight on to his boots. The jets of my hot cum would then be worked straight into the boots, with layers and layers of black polish on top. Then one day, he caught me just after I’d just manufactured a new load of the secret ingredient and was about to massage it into his boots, my school trousers and pants still pulled down!

“I can explain!” I cried, but of course, I couldn’t. The fresh spunk lying on the boots did all the talking for me. I rapidly hitched up my black pants and grey school trousers. Unfortunately, just at that moment, the glass bottle of sperm dropped from my trouser pocket onto the floor. Damn! He’d seen it!

“Aha,” he said as he held the small bottle up to the light, “A premeditated crime, I see. And just how long has this been going on?”

At that point I just wanted to die, or have the ground swallow me up. Shit! I had been caught. Caught bang to rights, defiling the shiny black leather of this generous friend of mine. I didn’t know what to say about it, so I just whispered in shame, “I love your boots.”

“Yes, I can see that, you dirty little boy! You haven’t answered my question though, have you? So let me check the facts here. You’ve been bringing a bottle of your spunk to work into my boots? And today you’ve not even used its contents, instead you’ve jerked straight onto my boots.” He’d worked it all out. Every sordid detail. “And I’ve been paying you for this dubious pleasure! Well, more fool me. Now, what will your parents say when I tell them what you’ve been up to?”

This time I had to be more vocal! I begged and begged him not to tell them. My face was red with embarrassment. I felt as if I’d burst into tears at any moment, or piss myself with shame.

“Well, I could punish you myself, I suppose. But no! It’s not my place to do that.”

“But your Dad doesn’t beat you in the biblical manner? ‘Cause that’s what you really deserve, you know.”

“No of course he doesn’t and yes, I guess I’ve been bad enough to deserve something like that.”

“Well, you’re in luck, in a manner of speaking. It just so happens that I have a strap and cane here. I had a rather awkward lodger who would only respond to a sore arse. I think maybe you’re the same. In fact, I know you’re the same. Get up the stairs!”

I soon found myself in the master bedroom of his two bed maisonette. He piled pillows in the middle of the pine king-size bed and made me mount them, after pulling down my school trousers and pants for me.

One thing was for sure, he knew how to make that leather strap sting like the blazes! It hurt and it burnt my tender bare teenage flesh. I was riding on crests of pain, but also mixed in was the first tingling of pleasure from the pain. I even had time to daydream idly about the possibility of working some of my spunk into the leather strap! I wondered if he’d let me? It seemed appropriate somehow, LOL. A noisy and particularly sharp blow brought me back down to earth however, terminating all pervy thoughts, at least for a while. I wasn’t counting, but I reckon there were about twenty blows in all. I was relieved when the beating stopped. What had started as fairly mild discipline had soon escalated into a festival of sadism. The last blows had broken me, and rare tears trickled down my face.

“There! I hope that leathering has taught you to never weaken good leather by spunking on it. I’m disgusted by all of this you know! Really disgusted. Even I wasn’t like this at your age. Anyway, now, it’s time for some extra punishment for making me pay you good money for your depravity.”

“What? No, really Richard, I can’t take anymore!”

“I’m afraid lad that my cane always gets used once I’ve got it out from it secret lair! Let me assure you, no naughty boy leaves my house uncaned! I’m going to be lenient, however. A quick six of the best should cure your emissions forever.”

Six strokes didn’t sound at all lenient to me! My arse was already pitifully sore. I heard him swooshing the cane through the air. He cackled with delight as he crashed the first stroke down onto my naked haunches. I’d never felt pain like it, of course. The cane was an order of magnitude worse than the leather strap. My poor abused arse twisted from left to right and back again as I tried in vain to avoid each burning stroke of the unforgiving rattan. He was true to his word, in that this extra beating was quick. But the pain! Oh God! I yelped and cried as my flesh was criss-crossed not with six but with eight stinging cuts. The bastard had given me two extra strokes, on the flimsy pretext that I’d been writhing in attempt to avoid my punishment. I heard him drop the cane and then, as he moved closer to me, I heard him breathing heavily from the exertion of the beating.

Suddenly I felt the bell-end of his penis pushing against the entrance to my tight puckered anus. A little bit of cold lube and his sheathed monster was in me, thrusting and twisting. I loved it! He was an animal, a beast and a truly fantastic fucker. Never before had my virgin back passage known such pleasure. I knew we’d have to be doing this regularly in future. Yes, I loved it, and I could tell that he did too. I could even see the continuation of my undeclared income stream…

After coming noisily, he slapped my bare bottom and nibbled lovingly at my ear, whispering gently, “Now, anymore of this perverse nonsense, and I’ll take you down the fire station to show the lads your red arse! It’s their favourite colour, you know.”

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